HELPING A NEIGHBOR
Written by
Eugene Marvin
-aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com ___________________
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My boyfriend: Ethan (30yrs old, 5'11", 170lbs w/a well toned but non-muscular hairy build, brown hair, brown eyes, w/glasses, and a well groomed brown beard/mustache) and I (Stuart) [23yrs old, 5'10, 160lbs w/a slim/muscular build, short reddish hair, green eyes, clean shaven face] lived together in a small one bedroom duplex! Ethan's a junior-high school teacher while I'm a stock/clerk at a local food chain.
I met Ethan while at work. He was recently separated from his wife and kids, and not used to doing grocery shopping for one. He saw me stocking vegetables in the produce section and asked if I had any idea how to cook and prepare asparagus [his favorite vegetable]. I was taken by his look immediate [having always had a thing for nerdy preppy men]. I lied about knowing how to cook asparagus, and told him if he was available [?] I could cook it for him sometime. Ethan gave me a strange look, but accepted my offer, exchanging names and numbers as we prepared to make a `date' that coming weekend. I asked everybody I knew HOW to make asparagus delicious? I got a few recipes, then tried to cook it a couple of times with disastrous results. Needless to say that by the time Ethan made it over to my apartment, I had Chinese takeout waiting for him. He laughed, realizing I'd gone through a lot of trouble to impress him.
I sucked his cock that first night, as he told me he'd never been with a guy before. He was recently separated and hadn't yet warmed up to the idea of dating another woman. He was reluctant to do anything sexual with me, until I assured him he wouldn't have to reciprocate sexually, I'd do all the work.
I got down on my knees between his legs on the sofa [after dinner], and started to undo his pants while he sat back with a beer in hand and str8 porn playing in the background to ensure he got a hard-on while I sucked. His cock was soft when I got his pants and underwear around his ankles, but that soon changed when I buried my red head in his lap and started sucking him to full erection. His cock was 8 inches. He was surprised that I could deep throat it [obviously his wife was a lousy cocksucker]. I noticed he watched me with his cock in my mouth more than he watched the str8 porno playing on my tv. I gave him a good show, staring up into his glasses covered eyes, my lips wrapped lewdly around his hard-on, sucking and slurping my way up and down his shaft, painting his entire cock wet with my mouth, lips, and lizard-like tongue. He came in like 20mins [and that's with me edging him along], shooting deep down the back of my throat, painting my esophagus white with his married-man sperm [my favorite kind].
He finished his beer and thanked me for a great evening, but never promised to call back. I walked him to the door and watched him descend down the wooden stairs outside my apartment, saying goodbye to the older woman living on the first floor underneath me.
I went to work that Monday happily knowing I'd changed yet another straight man's life, but knowing the reality that likely I'd never hear from him again [so many of them feel too guilty to return for more]. It was mid-week before I received a text message from Ethan, saying he was sorry for taking so long to get back to me and saying how much he enjoyed himself. I texted back that it wasn't a problem, and that I understood he was str8 and not into guys like that. He said that that wasn't the problem, he said that his son had gotten sick and he and his wife had to take him to the hospital for an evaluation. He told me that his son was okay, but that he'd be on medication for a while. He said that he liked our date', and asked if he could have another one [?], minus the dinner. I lol'd him, then told him anytime he wanted minus' dinner, he could stop by, no questions asked, no strings attached.
Ethan came over that night after work and I sucked his cock again. He was sitting in the same spot as last time [on my sofa], with his pants and underwear wrapped around his ankles. I sucked his cock twice that night, swallowing both loads [while str8 porn played in the background]. He thanked me [2 beers later], as I watched him exit the duplex heading back to his Volvo.
Sucking Ethan's cock quickly became a THING for us, as he stopped by my apartment at least twice a week for the next several months for blowjobs. At first it was the same: text message, hello at the door, a cold beer in hand, a seat on the sofa, pants around his ankles, me on my knees sucking his cock for 10 to 20 minutes, swallowing his cum, repeat [depending on his backup], then goodbye at the door. It was a routine I was okay with [having to love sucking cock], but then one day he surprised me by asking if I'd like to catch a movie with him...?
`uh, sure.' I responded, not used to str8 guys wanting to hang out with me in public. We went to the movies that weekend [like a REAL date], then stopped off for a bite to eat at a small secluded out-of-way restaurant [I'm sure one which he'd be sure he knew no one]. Afterwards he drove me home, where I expected to suck his cock again before sending him on his merry way...? But Ethan obviously had other plans, sitting me down on the sofa with him [that was new], and kissing me on the lips while a regular movie played in the background [no porn]. I was taken away by his sensual kisses, his warm tongue slipping into my mouth as his hands roamed up and down my back, squeezing into the ass of my jeans. I could feel his fingers moving into my ass crack, toying with my boy-hole for the first time, silently telling me he was interested in taking this arrangement to the next level. His cock was rock-hard in his pants as I freed and stroked it out in the open. I bent over in his lap and started sucking it [as usual], swallowing it to the root as he moaned softly, licking his own middle finger to reach back down and PUSH into my asshole. He finger-fucked me while I sucked his cock, asking if I'd like to get fucked...?
I pulled off Ethan's cock and took him by the hand, leading him into my bedroom for the first time [his 8" erection swaying freely from his open pants as I guided the way]. Once in my bedroom we undressed completely. I got on my knees in front of him and swallowed his cock while, pressing my shaven face into his hairy pubes, breathing in the cleanness of his scent. He held my head and fucked my face for 3 or 4 minutes, before I pulled off and grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom, passing them off to him before climbing on the bed in doggy-position [my ass towards him].
I heard the clicking of the bottle cap open, then felt his greased fingers rubbing lubricant over my clean shaven asshole. He pushed 2 fingers into me, then pressed the head of his cock in afterwards, burying it slowly with one long stroke, pressing his pubes into my ass! I felt his hands wrap around my waist as he held himself in deep for a minute [getting used to fucking his first male ass], then started to pull back and fuck as he began thrusting into me. The fuck was fast and furious, as Ethan [later explained] hadn't had pussy' since he and his wife officially separated! Apparently I was the only person he was seeing after their breakup, and while head' helped sustain him for 4 to 5 months, he needed to bury his cock in someone's BODY, to POUND out his sexual frustrations to feel whole again!
Ethan only lasted a good 5 minutes in my ass that first time, but it was a wonderful 5 minutes as he pounded me with the passion and fury I rarely see in men. He climbed onto the bed behind me, forcing me facedown as he leaned in overtop me [in pushup-position], slamming his hips into me as he drove his cock through my backdoor like a man on steroids! I moaned and groaned delightedly against the mattress until the very moment he rammed all the way into me, screaming loudly as he erupted his first load into another man's ass!
`ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!!" he screamed as if being stabbed by Freddy Krueger or Jason Voorhees, thrashing about on top of me as I felt his sperm FLOOD into my colon! I'd suspected during the fucking that he hadn't used the condom I gave him [as an option], but I knew for SURE when I felt his hot cum pouring into me, searing my tender vitals with its heat, saturating my innards as it coated my insides creamy wet!
Ethan fell against my back, panting like a triathlon runner. I laid underneath him, basking in the afterglow, feeling his cock pulsate and throb inside him as it continued to pump its fresh load into me. He pulled out after several minutes [after his cock shrunk], then asked if he could shower before going home [to his efficiency]. I told him `yes', then joined him in the shower where I sucked his cock for 20 minutes, swallowing his second load. Ethan left after kissing me goodnight at the door. I watched him walk away, saying goodbye to Joan downstairs, wondering if this was really going to GO somewhere...?
Ethan and I started doing more things publically after that: art museums, bowling, long walks through the parks and in the city, spending weekends together. I stayed the night at his place a couple of times, but we mostly stayed at MY apartment, as he was afraid his WIFE might stop through unexpectedly with the kids at his place.
We took our first TRIP together when he went to visit his parents for the Christmas holidays, telling his folks that I was a colleague of his from work, as we all sat down to a big feast at the table. His parents liked me [having no idea that he and I were dating], but was sadly disappointed that Gwendolyn and the kids couldn't come instead. Ethan spent most of the dinner explaining to his parents WHY they broke up. There was no ONE reason for the destruction of their marriage, they had just gown apart, they weren't having sex anymore, and they argued all the time. His parents tried to reason that most marriages drop off sexually [indicating that they were little more than just roommates now themselves], but Ethan said he wanted MORE from his marriage.
We'd booked a hotel to sleep in while in town at his parent's house, but they insisted we bring our bags in and stay there in their 2 spare rooms upstairs. We got our bags from the car and lugged them inside, going to our separate rooms at bedtime.
I laid in a small single sized bed, playing with my 6.5" hard cock through my underwear, thinking of Ethan in the other room. I jacked off quietly, licking my fingers and finger-fucking my own asshole [in missionary-position] until I shot my pent-up load all over my chest and stomach!
I licked up the evidence of my orgasm, scooping the cum up with my fingertips. I fell asleep soon after, cuddled with a pillow, missing Ethan lying behind me in spoon-position.
Somewhere around 2am I heard a soft knock at the door, then heard the door creak open as Ethan snuck in and shook me awake...inviting me to come downstairs into the basement to have sex. I followed him downstairs, tip-toeing so we wouldn't wake up his easy to wake dad, then made our way into the cellar where the father's old workshop was. In the front of the basement I noticed was an old La-Z-boy recliner, an old sofa, and a new tv, which I assumed was the dad's `mancave'.
Ethan and I went to the front to the sofa, and started making out. By now Ethan had started reciprocating orally, sucking my cock [although he had yet to learn how to make me cum without me jacking off]. We exchanged blowjobs, then 69'd each other before Ethan ate my asshole and tongue-fucked me til I was quietly begging for him to stick his cock in me! He climbed up overtop me as I lay facedown on the wool sofa. He aimed his spit-wet cock up to my spit-wet anus and pushed straight in, making me gasp as he sank it all the way in with one smooth stroke!
He positioned himself in pushup stance, then started fucking me hard and deep! I gasped and groaned softly, biting my bottom lip so to not make too much noise! He fucked me for about 15 minutes, shooting his load into me, feeding my manhole the cum it desperately wanted! I rolled over onto my back and jacked myself off while he shoved 2 fingers up my ass, using his sperm as lubricant to jam them back and forth quickly! I shot all over myself, groaning through clenched teeth, not used to not making any noise when I cum! We snuck back upstairs and washed off in the kitchen with wet paper towels at the sink, then stole 2 pieces of sweet potato pie and 2 tall glasses of milk before returning to our separate rooms upstairs to go to bed.
The next morning we showered [separately] and had breakfast with his parents in the kitchen. His dad told us that he'd heard us roaming about down here last night, and asked how was the pie? Ethan and I looked at each other shocked, and said it was `delicious'. His dad didn't give any indication that he knew anything else about what we did..., until he insisted Ethan accompany his mother to the market to buy some fresh supplies for the panty. He then insisted I stay behind and get acquainted. I got a little nervous when Ethan and I was separated, watching him and his mom drive away in his Volvo.
Mr. Sanders called me down into the basement to talk [making my blood run cold]. He grabbed 2 beers out of the refrigerator, then sat me down in the very spot where his son and I made love last night. He explained to me how he was always a light sleeper, and how he'd often take walks around the neighborhood at night just to burn off energy. He told me he was aware that his son and I had been in the basement, because he was outside staring in through the window when he noticed the basement lights on! He watched me and Ethan fuck on his sofa, then asked if I was the CAUSE of him and his wife splitting up? I explained to him that I'd met Ethan about 3mons AFTER he and his wife split, and that I had NOTHING to do with their breakup! He asked me if they broke up because his son was gay...? I said that I didn't think so, as I was the first guy Ethan had ever been with, and I was the one that hit on him! The dad seemed okay after that, saying he didn't mind that his son dabbled in homosexuality, what man doesn't like a GOOD blowjob from time to time...?', but he drew the LINE in his son being totally gay, as it would upset his mother! He seemed relieved when I told him we were just friends', and that we lived separately in our own apartments.
So you 2 aren't an item...?' he asked, asking if I'd ever had a 50plus year old suck my cock? I was SHOCKED [to say the least] when Mr. Sanders climbed down out of his chair and crawled up between my legs, telling me this is OUR little secret'...before opening my pants and swallowing my cock whole!
ohmygod'...I moaned, leaning back against the sofa while Ethan's dad bobbed his head in my lap, sucking my cock expertly, bathing the entire shaft with his slithering wet tongue, painting my cock AND balls as he removed my pants and spread my legs, even eating my asshole, searching for any of his son's spent cum inside [unfortunately there was none]. He sucked and slobbered all over my cock, giving me an around the world' in 10 minutes, making me cum down the back of his talented throat, draining my cock dry in the process!
We talked some more [upstairs], over another beer as he informed me there was a small neighborhood park about 3 blocks from his house where str8 men wander to late at night for blowjobs and anal sex from neighborhood cocksuckers! He frequented there a few times during his marriage, getting his sexual needs satisfied whenever his wife wasn't in the mood to comply. He started going a lot more often after their sex lives dried up. Then when his medications started affecting his erections, he learned to become the giver instead of the receiver all the time. He had several guys in the neighborhood he serviced, most of them a lot younger than himself, with the youngest being a small group of skateboarding teens that often frequent the park, getting older cocksuckers to drink their loads! He had me HARD all over again by the time Ethan and his mom returned with groceries. He swore me to secrecy, saying he didn't want his son to know! I hated keeping such a big secret from my lover, but I felt obligated to do as he asked!
That night Ethan and I had sex in the basement again, this time with him fucking me on my back [our favorite position], kissing me continuously before silently shooting his load into me!
We snuck back upstairs to our separate rooms...before I snuck back downstairs and outside, heading 3 blocks down to that neighborhood park to see if Ethan's dad was there...? The park was less than a block long, but totally casted in shadows from the overhead street lights by the looming trees that decorated the park. There were walkways and benches behind a 4foot high black metal fence surrounding the park. Inside [just off the paths] were cocksuckers on their knees servicing the straight men in the neighborhood! I looked around, counting about 4 cocksuckers sucking cock or getting fucked, before I spotted Mr. Sanders surrounded by 4 hooded skateboarders taking turns fucking his face! I stood off in the bushes and watched as they each stood in front of him, holding him by the ears as they pulled his head back and forth on their cocks, each feeding him a blast of hot cum which he took happily down his married throat!
After they all skated off, I came out of hiding and greeted him. He laughed out loud, saying he HOPED I'd show up, pulling at my bulging crotch, freeing my cock to suck! But before he could get it in his mouth, I reached down, grabbing him by the chin, and tilted his head upward, leaning in to KISS him in the mouth, wanting to taste the skateboards' loads! We swabbed tongues hungrily as I sucked the cum flavor off his oral muscle, then stood up and gave him my cock to suck! He took it all in in one swoop, swallowing it whole as he nursed on it like a baby lamb suckling its mother's teats! I fed him a hot load within 10 minutes of being in his mouth, then told him I had a surprise for him as I shoved my pants down to my ankles then climbed onto my knees on the bench he'd been sitting on, presenting my ass for him to eat! `Ethan JUST put a load in me before I got here...!' I explained, as the father fell to his knees behind me, burying his face in my ass, sucking at my hole, eating out the sperm his son shot into me earlier!
Mr. Sanders slobbered all over my asshole, panting for breath several times as he drilled my hole for more cum! When he realized he'd eaten it all, he stood up behind me, then aimed his thick, fat, 8" cock to my spit-wet anus, then shoved straight in [having achieved a rare erection after tasting his son's cum]! Mr. Sanders gripped my waist and fucked me hard and rough [a lot like Ethan], ramming his erection in and out with growing speed and force before finally ramming all the way into me 4 or 5 minutes later, coming inside me!
We walked back home to his house, where I had no doubt he'd fall asleep like a baby! The next morning his mom was making breakfast for us [for our Sunday return trip home], saying that `daddy will be down shortly, he got tired out last night after one of his long walks through the neighborhood!' I knew exactly what tired Mr. Sanders out, and couldn't help smirking to myself behind their backs!
Ethan moved into my apartment after about a year of `dating' [becoming official boyfriends]! He didn't have much in the way of furniture at his old apartment, so he mostly just moved in clothes. I made space for him in the closets and drawers, and we started spending every waken moment together [whenever we weren't at work]. I never met his wife or kids, as he was too afraid she'd be able to sense we were lovers simply by his body language around me. He spend every other weekend taking his kids out to various places [alone], which was okay by me because I had to work every other weekend anyway. He'd be home by the time I got off, and we'd spend quality time together, or with him watching some sports game on tv while I at between his legs sucking his cock, edging his climax until halftime when I could get his complete attention!
The older woman downstairs moved out [for health reasons] and into her daughter's house for aid, and a younger str8 couple moved in. I hit to off with the wife immediately, greeting them with a housewarming gift from the store I work. She was a stay at home wife: 28, full-bodied [heavyset], 5'8, 160lbs or so, with big-girl tits, bleach-blonde hair [usually pulled back in a sloppy ponytail], a small waist and large cellulite hips! Rick was in construction: 27, 5'10", 180lbs, w/a muscular build, short sandy-blonde hair, scruffy unshaven face, blue eyes, tattoos (arms, chest, neck). I didn't get to see much of Rick over time, as he usually worked 10 to 11hrs a day, and was usually in the house sleeping or fucking his wife [when he wasn't outside in the yard smoking in a lounge chair]. Ethan and I could HEAR them fucking sometimes, depending on the time of day [usually mornings]! We'd hear Sandra moaning and grunting like a college cheerleader, while the headboard banged loudly against the wall, causing a continuous THUD...THUD...THUD...THUD sound for about 30 to 40 minutes until we ultimately heard Rick groan `ARRHHHHGGGG...!!' loudly, then all noise would cease!
This often went on 4 out of 7 mornings a week, not to mention all the other times they may have had sex when we didn't hear them fucking!
I became friends with Sandra, sometimes spending time in her yard on the ground floor, sitting at their lawn table drinking beer while she told me their life story together: having gotten married when she was pregnant with his baby, then having a miscarriage sometime after. She didn't want to get pregnant again, but he wanted to try. She LATER confessed that she was never pregnant, that she lied to him so he'd marry her, seeing how they dated for 3 years without him popping the question once! Scandalous!
Rick would always come home carrying a heavy satchel of tools and a lunch pail. He'd always be dirty from sawdust and spackle, showering it all off in the bathroom. All cleaned up he was actually attractive, with his piercing blue eyes and body tats. I tried not to stare at him too often [not wanting to insult his masculinity], so I really didn't get to see what his tats were of or about. He rarely stayed outside if I was there, opting to come out to smoke when he was alone. I heard him and Ethan talking more often than I did, as Ethan's masculinity helped break the ice between them. Not that I'm a flaming queen otr anything, but people CAN tell him gay often if they're around me long enough!
Ethan and I lived together for about a year, before an unfortunately incident with his son caused him and his wife to get back together again! I was devastated of course, and ARGUED that their marriage had been OVER for 2years, how could they all of a sudden want to get back together again...? I was suspicious that they might had been fucking around behind my back all along, while I had been faithful to Ethan ever-since he moved in [having ended all of my one-sided affairs and drive-by fuck buddies]!
Ethan moved out, but not before I threw all of his clothes out on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see! I cried for weeks afterwards, leaving angry messages on his cell phone, forcing him to block me then get a new number! I hated him for making me love him! I knew the deal with str8 men, most of them set the rules as soon as we meet, letting me know there'd be no: kissing, no sleepovers, no phone calls, no affection what-so-ever, and no lovey-dovey talk of `I love you'! All they wanted was a convenient cumdump, and I was alright with that FOR YEARS until Ethan came along making me believe we could have a gay/hetero-lifestyle like every other mixed married couple in America!
Sandra was sympathetic to my ordeal, having thought Ethan and I made a great couple! She listened to all of my complaints and gripes, nurturing me and my wounded spirit. We went out to gay bars together, where we'd get drunk and I'd end up sucking some guy's cock in the restroom or getting butt-fucked in some back alleyway! She encouraged it, sometimes picking out guys to fuck me, telling them I'd just gotten out of a longtime relationship and needed companionship with a big hard dick! Many of them obliged, I got fucked often in those bars and clubs, sometimes leaving with multiple loads leaking from my battered anus! I'd fall straight into bed too exhausted to give a fuck about names! I'd get a phone call or a text message from guys and numbers I'd never heard of, asking if it was okay if they came by to fuck me again...? In a lot of cases our second encounter were our first real introductions, as I'd been too drunk to remember them the first time!
This went on for about the first 4 months after Ethan left. I whored myself to anyone who'd have me! Then one day I got it all out of my system, wanting to settle down with just ONE man and ONE cock again! Unfortunately all of the men I'd recently met only saw me as a whore and not the dating type, so I was back to square one. I spent a lot of time after work sitting at home on the sofa, curled under a blanket, watching movies on cable.
It was nearly 2 years after Sandy and Rick moved in [about 8 months after Ethan and I broke up], that I started hearing them argue and fight more than I heard them having sex. From what I could make out, and from the pieces of information Sandy would admit to, Rick had found out through a mutual friend that she had lied about being pregnant and never could have kids in the first place! That pissed Rick off, as he felt like their marriage was a total sham! Sandy argued that he never really loved her anyway, or else he'd have married her beforehand! Rick agreed, causing Sandy to storm out of the house with her belongings, taking off with one of her girlfriends!
Things got very QUIET downstairs after that. I hardly ever saw Rick [coming or going], but would sometimes smell his cigarette smoke when he sat outside in the yard smoking at night. Sometimes it'd be in the wee hours of the morning, when he couldn't sleep, sitting at the lawn table with a bottle of beer in hand. I liked Sandy, but I felt sorry for Rick, as she really did TRICK him into a long term relationship.
It was about 2 months after Sandy left that I'd come home one early evening from work, carrying 2 bags of groceries on the bus. Rick was sitting outside smoking with a half drunken beer in hand. He nodded silently as I walked by, saying `hello' back to him. I stopped at the bottom of my wooden steps [leading up the side of the duplex], then went back to tell him that I was really sorry that he and Sandra split up, saying that I thought they made a nice couple. I was headed back up to my apartment when HE said:
"Sorry about you and Ethan, also..." catching my ear [9mons late], prompting me to turn back around. "...I know how much you loved him. Sandy would talk about you 2 all the time. Sorry I never got around to saying so earlier."
"It's okay." I lied, not holding it against him.
"Wanna beer...?" he offered, reaching down into his trusty cooler to retrieve a wet one.
"Sure...! Thanks!" I said, sitting my plastic bags on the ground before accepting his gift, trying not to stare openly at his shirtless tattooed chest and arms [his body was magnificent, much more muscular and defined than wimpy ole Ethan]!
"How'r you feeling...?" I asked [making conversation], as we popped the caps pff our brews! "Have you spoken to her lately...?"
He looked agitated, like he really didn't want to talk about HER. "Yeah." was all he said [no explaining]! "You heard from Ethan...?" he inquired, flipping the question back on me as he turned his beer bottle up to his scruffy lips.
"No..." I answered, taking a deep swig from my own beer. "...he's back with his ex-wife and kids...! I'm the LAST person he wants to talk to!" I reasoned.
"So he's STRAIGHT again...?" asked Rick, looking up at me curiously! "How's THAT work?" he questioned, curiously.
"Well...I guess the politically correct term is: `bisexual'..." I said, standing in front of him [his body slouched back in his seat, his legs spread in his baggy sweat-shorts]. "...so I guess he's STILL bisexual, he's just with a woman now!" I explained, logically.
"Have you ever met her...?" he asked, curiously [between swigs].
"No. But I've seen family photos...!" I admitted.
"Does she know he's bisexual...?" he questioned.
"No. I doubt it." I answered. "Ethan went to great lengths to make sure Gwen never knew about his sexuality. She likely thinks he was living with a woman all this time, I guess."
"hump." sounded Rick [judgingly]. "Must be NICE." he said, turning his beer to his lips again [finishing off the can before fetching himself another].
"What is...?" I asked, curiously.
"Switching from one sex to the other..." he said, "...being able to turn it on and off whenever you wanted...!"
"I guess..." I said, unsure. "...I've only been attracted to men, myself."
"And I've only been attracted to women." he said [sounding almost sorry to say].
"Yeah..." I chuckled, heading back to my 2 bags on the walkway. "...SHAME we can't help each other out." I muttered, heading back upstairs.
Rick looked confused...!
"What do you mean...?" he asked, as I stopped on the walk...!
"Well..." I hesitated, unsure whether I should GO there or not...? "...we both lost our significant others...! YOU like to fuck, and I like to GET fucked...! It's just a shame we can't help each other out in that department, giving each other what the other needs, is all!" I said, hunching my shoulders before disappearing upstairs, yelling back "G'nite!" before he could curse me out!
I fully expected to hear Rick hit the ceiling...!...exclaiming how HE don't go that way! But I was able to make it all the way up to my apt. without incident! I put away my groceries, took a hot shower, changed into my pj's, then flopped down on the sofa with a tv dinner to binge-watch one of my favorite shows on Netflix...!...when I heard a KNOCK at the door!
Not expecting any company, I tossed aside my blanket and answered the door.
"Rick..." I called out, surprised to see him [standing on my doorstep with another fresh beer in hand]. "...is everything alright...?" I asked, suddenly worried something might have happened to Sandy...?
He looked like he might have had a too much to drink, looking a little confused and disoriented!
"Wer..." he started, clearing his throat before continuing...! "...were you...serious..., about what you said earlier...?" he asked! "About `helping' each other out...?"
`OH SHIT...!' –I thought to myself, he's referring to my offer! Was he here to beat me up for joking with him about having sex together...?
"uh..." I said, unsure whether I should answer or not...? "...I didn't mean to offend you..." I added, afraid this could get out of hand really quickly [especially if he's drunk]! "...I was just making a stupid statement that neither of us is getting what we needed at the moment, is all...!"
"I know what you meant. I'm not offended." he said [much to my surprise]! "Were you serious...?" he repeated!
"Yeah. Sure." I answered [waiting to see if I needed to barricade the door]...?
"Well...HOW would that work...?" he asked [seeming interested]! "I really COULDN'T reciprocate you know...?" he said straight out, without debate!
"Of course not...!" I answered [having dealt with enough str8 men in the past]!
"YOU'RE straight! I'M the gay guy!"
"So...HOW would it work...?" he repeated, needing it all defined out loud for him!
"I dunno..." I said, "...do you want to come in and...TALK about it...?" I asked, widening the door for him to enter [if he wanted].
He looked hesitant!
"No..." he declined [making me believe he was borderline with his decision].
"Okay." I said [fearing like this could easily slip through my fingers]. "What'r you interested in...? Head?" I assumed [as most str8 men preferred], staring down at his crotch, trying to determine the size of his cock through his bulge.
"Head's good..." he said [thoughtfully]! "...but I don't really get off on oral sex, you know...? I like fucking!" he said bluntly, making my asshole pucker involuntarily! "But I don't like condoms...!" he added [letting me know upfront that IF we fucked it would be RAW]...!
"Okay." I said [as Ethan and I fucked raw all the time].
"So...HOW would this work...?" he repeated [on a loop].
"Well...I guess you could take my number and text me whenever the mood struck...?" I suggested. "Just give me at least 10 minutes to prepare first...!...then you can come up and do whatever you like...!"
"Prepare...?" he questioned [unaware of the bathroom rituals of gay men]!
"Enema!" I explained in a word!
"Oh!" he responded, turning his beer up to his lips [looking like I'd just mentioned my period]!
"What time of day is BEST for you...?" I asked [getting back on track].
"Mornings." he answered.
`Of course...!' –I thought, recalling all the times Ethan and I heard his headboard banging into the wall downstairs!
"Alright..." I said, "...I guess I could leave MY door unlocked...?...that way YOU could come up here and fuck me in my sleep at your leisure...!" I offered. "Since you're really not that into getting your cock sucked...I COULD make sure my ass is cleaned and greased the night before so you could just walk in and fuck me without having to say a word or waste time...!"
"That would be great...!" he said, liking that idea! "You wouldn't have a problem with me just walking in to fuck you without doing anything in return...?" he questioned, unsure!
"Definitely!" I laughed! "I love to get fucked! Would be no problem at all!" I bragged, having took Ethan twice a day!
"Cool. I miss having it whenever I want!" he said [missing someone sharing his bed]!
"Hopefully with ME around...you won't have to!" I stated, confidently. "What time do you leave for work in the morning...?" I asked curiously, wondering what time to expect him creeping into my bedroom...?
"Around 7am!" he said!
"Think you might want some pussy in the morning...?" I asked!
"I...I dunno..." he said, skeptically [unsure whether or not he could go through with it]!
"Okay..." I said, understanding his dilemma! "...I'll just leave my door unlocked tonight just in case..." he offered, "...if you wake up hard and need something to fuck...I'm just upstairs..." I reminded, "...you can just walk in and slide straight into me! Fuck me as hard as you want!"
"Damn..." was all he responded before leaving...!
I closed the door, leaving it unlocked [in case], knowing I'd have to enema really good before going to bed tonight! My cock was rock-hard at the idea of receiving Rick's str8 cock in the morning! I jacked off 3x that night at the idea, greasing my ass before bedtime, lying on my stomach on top of the covers so my ass would be the first thing he saw when he walked in in the morning...!
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